Chapter Six: The Black-Robed Man Breaks the Death Row with his fists, and Du Yun advises him to say goodbye to the Teacher
In the depths of the black prison, under the gaze of Du Yunzhi, the black-robed old man brushed the thick steel nails on his shoulders with both hands, and the chains between the steel nails began to shake violently, and the old man's face was full of pain.
"Old man, I am not trapped in this place, but I am self-appointed here, boy, the water of this Kunyu City is far deeper than you think!"
The steel nails on the old man's shoulders were pulled out with the arms of the green tendons, the steel nails were pulled out longer and longer, the faster they were pulled, the old man pushed hard, and the two steel nails fell to the ground, revealing their true faces in the consternation of Du Yunzhi.
Where is the steel nail, obviously it is two long knives, the body of the knife is slender, dark, with a strange curvature, the dull knife body is stained with the old man's red and white mixed blood, I don't know what material.
"Seniors, you." Du Yunzhi admired the five bodies thrown to the ground, so long two knives, through the lute bone, just pulled out.
The surrounding air poured into the old man's dry body, bringing a whimpering sound of breaking wind, white light flashed, and the black robe shattered inch by inch, revealing the muscles of the knots below, during which the blood vessels stood out like a wandering angry dragon, and a dark bear head on the old man's shoulder roared fiercely, roaring up to the sky.
"As long as the old man myself is not willing, this Heavenly Huang Dynasty, unless Ji Xuanyuan is reborn, no one can trap me!" The old man slowly got up and rose up proudly.
"Pick it up, these two knives were made by the old man himself, although they are not a divine weapon, but they have followed me for many years, nourished by my blood curse and blood day by day, and they are not comparable to all the iron in the world."
Du Yunzhi reached out and picked up the long sword, and the iron chain on the handle of the sword turned into powder at the moment when Du Yunchen's hands touched it, and it was scattered on the ground, no longer its original hard appearance.
Holding the long sword in his hand, Du Yunzhi could feel the power of the Wind and Cloud Blood Curse that belonged to the old man in his body rushing onto the body of the sword, and the originally dim gray color on the blade quickly faded and turned into a silver white, as if it had been washed by the river on the night of the moon, refracting a cold sword light.
"Good knife!" Du Yunzhi held the sword flower in his hand, and the blood stained on the knife body was waved down, and the tip of the sword was thrown off, bringing with it a sound of dragon groaning.
The old man reached out and rubbed his shoulders, and the two blood holes on his shoulders were gushing with blood, but he didn't care at all, "After hiding for ten years, the old man's qi is not exhausted!" Just help your boy go crazy again! Boy, go out and go north, go to the north, don't come back without practicing your three blood spells! ”
The old man's hair was wide open, his arms suddenly swelled up again, and he turned his head and slammed his fist into the cell wall behind him, followed by a storm-like combo, and the thick wall burst out a circle of cracks, constantly expanding.
"This pastoral arena is on the edge of the city, and this wall is close to the northern wall of Kunyu City, and when it bursts open, you can go out."
After hundreds of punches, the old man's body was somewhat obviously atrophied, and it was a full circle smaller.
The old man took a deep breath, and under Du Yunzhi's shocked gaze, his fists retracted, and he broke his drink, and at the same time hit the center point where all the cracks intersected, and his fists were thrown, even disturbing the air flow in the cell, and a deafening sonic boom was heard.
The heavy wall could no longer bear this burden, and with the thudding smoke, the hole opened a half-human-high void, and a thick beam of light shot from more than ten meters away, full of the breath of freedom.
As early as the old man's first fist slammed into the wall, the whole cell began to shake violently, and Mu Lie was the first to rush to the cell, but he knew which plague god was locked in the cell!
"Quick! Seal the cell, can't let the slaves run, the martial artist followed me in to check! ”
When Mu Lie arrived at the source of the tremor, the "Yellow" prison, he just saw that the wall was pierced by a blast. "I go, is this still human?" When he saw Du Yunzhi next to him again, he couldn't help but be surprised, "Bastard! How to put them together! ”
Du Yunzhi was pulled up by the old man, and under the seeming ease, Du Yunzhi still felt the old man's arm trembling imperceptibly. "Go! Don't hesitate, keep going north, don't stop until you reach the north! ”
"Senior, you go with me!"
"Hey hey, it's enough to have your heart!" The blood curse in the old man's palm condensed, and the blood spell formed a small bear head in the palm of his hand, which was slapped by the old man on Du Yunzhi's shoulder, turning into a tattoo-like mark, which was no different from the old man's black bear head except for the color. "Let's go! Otherwise you won't be able to go! ”
Pushing Du Yunzhi into the big hole behind him, the old man waved his arms and rolled up a puff of smoke, and the dozen martial artists who followed the mule did not dare to come forward for a while.
"Be bold!" The cell canopy emitted a tooth-aching creaking sound, which burst in an instant, and Mu Xiuwu fell from the sky in a white robe, waving a ball of fire the size of a basin, straight into the cave, but still looking back at Du Yunzhi.
"Hmm, I don't have your share in front of the old man!" The old man jumped forward and kicked the fireball into a rain of fire, and his fists were waving, meeting the Mu Xiuwu who had not yet landed. "Stinky boy, don't you want to go yet?"
Du Yunzhi did not dare to stay any longer, "Senior, worship the boy!" Kneeling before the old man with the disciple salute, Du Yunzhi clutched the long sword in his hand and stumbled toward the outside of the cave.
"Old thing, you're looking for death!"
Mu Xiuwu lost his composure and contempt, and his moves were fierce, showing a furious look that Du Yunzhi had never seen before. "Mu Lie, go after that waste boy, life or death!" Mu Lie heard the words, and with a wave of his hands, a cluster of cow hair needles went straight to Du Yunzhi.
"Old man, I haven't done anything for a long time, and the world has forgotten my name." The old man squeezed the law in his hand, and the prison was instantly filled with countless wind blades, and the cow hair needles were blocked by the wind blades, crushed, and scattered into a silver star.
Mu Xiuwu's hands circled and stretched outwards, a ring of fire blocked the scattered wind blades, and Mu Lie and the martial artists around him did not have time to react in any way, and they were stirred into a rain of blood by the Wind Blade of the Sky.
"Boy, old man, I am one of the Eight Star Beast Kings of the Northern Realm, the Wind Valley Bear King Xiong Tian, who has received the white bear seal of the old man, you don't want to fall into the old man's prestige!" Xiong Xie Tiantou shouted to Du Yunzhi without looking back.
Hearing Du Yun's response in the distance, the wind blade in the bear king's hand swept through and rushed towards Mu Xiuwu again. "Little doll, Grandpa, when I crossed the north, you weren't born yet!"
Mu Xiuwu's face was miserable, he saw his subordinates dead, as a son of the family, where had he seen such a tragic situation, the cruel bloody battle in the usual arena, compared with the current scene, it was like a child fighting.
Xiong Xietian was covered in blood, his face was mixed with terror and arrogance, the unspeakable viciousness was feared, and the bloody qi in the air was swept by the Bear Regret Heavenly Wind Blade, and he couldn't even fall to the ground.
Xiong Xietian made the wind blade in his hand, hitting Mu Xiuwu left and right, and his hands were in a hurry, Mu Xiuwu even drew out a sword that had never been used in his waist, fully mobilized the Heavenly Fire Blood Spell in his body, and wrapped the sword body with a layer of fiery flames, but he kept swinging under Xiong Xietian's continuous attacks, and he wanted to extinguish it.
Mu Xiu's face was like gold paper, his lips were bloodless, and the full stimulation of the Heavenly Fire Blood Spell also made him tremble with severe pain, and the blade of the sword in his hand had already turned into a saw blade under the bump, cracks were everywhere, and it was about to shatter.
Xiong Xietian swung the wind blade in his hand continuously, slashing at the sword in Mu Xiuwu's hand continuously, and with a click, Mu Xiuwu's sword could not withstand this collision in the end, and the pieces shattered.
Xiong Xietian scattered the left hand wind blade and grabbed Mu Xiuwu's neck, compared with Xiong Xietian's big hand, Mu Xiuwu's neck was like chopsticks, as if it could be broken at any time.
Xiong Xietian's right hand hit the wind blade horizontally, straight to Mu Xiuwu's fragile neck, and the wind blade deceived him, blowing away the bun on Mu Xiuwu's head, adding a bit of madness to Mu Xiuwu.
Mu Xiuwu had already closed his eyes and waited for death, and under the fierce wind of the Bear Heavenly Fire, no matter how he urged the Heavenly Fire Blood Spell, he could not trigger even a single wisp of flame.
The fierce wind in the cell suddenly stopped, and the smoke and droplets of blood in the air drifted down, dyeing Mu Xiuwu's white robe into a mottled color, and Xiong Xietian's hands stopped on Mu Xiuwu's neck, but did not take Mu Xiuwu's fragile life.
Xiong Xietian still maintained his arrogant appearance, but his eyes no longer had a trace of anger, leaving only two empty pupils gradually expanding.
Mu Xiuwu sat paralyzed on the ground, not only because of the pain caused by driving the Heavenly Fire Blood Curse, but also because of the fear that had just passed away from the ghost gate, and his body trembled unceasingly, until the martial master guarding the cell gate determined that no slave had escaped, and came to check, only to find that Mu Xiuwu, who was paralyzed on the ground and soaking wet, and Xiong Xiuwu, who was dead and not falling, was proud and dry.
"Chase! From today onwards, the arena will cease to operate, and all the martial artists, who will remain in charge, will all go out of the city and catch up with the boy, whether they live or die! A ray of light shot out from the big hole where Du Yunzhi escaped, reflecting on Mu Xiuwu's frightened white face, setting off a series of vicious waves.